5 Chapter 5: Kiara Explains the Gender of the Chicken

Chapter 5: Kiara Explains the Gender of the Chicken

Ethan

“Kiss me,” Kiara whispered, my eyes dropping to her soft lips and wondering how they would feel against mine.

I knew she could feel me poking against her inner thigh when I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer, my hand lingering on the curve of her ass. But she didn’t complain.

She is my best friend. This should be so wrong, but it feels so fucking right.

I licked my lips and her cheeks reddened when she felt Eiffel twitching with desire when our naked bodies pressed against each other. The sane part of my brain was scolding me to pull away from her and go back to complete my calculus homework. She was Kiara Sharma, for fuck’s sake. The girl I considered as my best friend. But holding her naked body against mine was far better than anything I had ever felt, and I knew kissing her would feel much better.

So, I did just that.

“Screw it,” I muttered under my breath, feeling her warm breath on my lips when we both leaned closer, my heart beating wildly in my ears. I closed my eyes when our lips were a hairsbreadth apart.

“Kiara? Where the hell are you?”

We froze and snapped our eyes open. Kiara looked over my shoulder and scrambled away. I instantly missed the warmth of her body pressing against me and composed myself when I turned to see the silhouette of Katherine walking toward the backyard, directly toward the pool.

“Ethan,” Kiara said and I gazed at her.

Her hair was wet, perky round breasts under the water, and I swallowed the lump in my throat when she stared back at me with dazed eyes.

I was as hard as stone.

“I’ll hide,” I said, my voice husky and deep.

Clearing my throat to get rid of my dirty thoughts I looked at her for the last time, remembering the sight that made Eiffel and my heart twitch. Rosy cheeks, hooded eyes, and cheery red parted lips.

Diving under the water, I swam to the corner and closed my eyes to calm my raging boner. I could hear the muffled voice of Katherine and Kiara talking and one of them laughing. I opened my eyes just in time to see Kiara’s legs disappear out of the water. I just wished Katherine wouldn’t find out that we were skinny dipping in the pool of her boyfriend’s farmhouse. That would be embarrassing.

I surfaced on the water, running a hand through my hair, and met a sight I was not sure I wanted to see. Kiara was standing sideways beside her clothes, toweling dry her wet lithe body. I clenched my jaw when I couldn’t see her breasts or anything between her legs.

If only I could make that towel disappear . . .

I shook my head of any dirty, filthy thoughts I had of my best friend. Narrowing my eyes, I watched her when she wrapped the towel around her petite body, a grin tugging her lips. She winked when she found me gazing at her. My patience and self-control were running extremely low.

“Dinner’s ready, Ethan. I hope you won’t mind something . . . cold,” she said innocently, her eyes lowering down my torso, which was hidden under the water, but I was sure she could see how hard I was for her. Grinning at me, she turned and walked inside, my eyes dropping down.

That little minx.

Raking a hand through my hair, I said, “Yeah, definitely looking forward to the cold shower.”

***

We were sitting down at the dinner table, chatting and eating the Chinese food my friends had ordered. I was sitting beside Kiara and Rio, drinking my favorite Root Beer Slushy. But my whole attention was on her and how she looked with her damp hair, oversized T-shirt from Katherine and the skirt that had dried.

When she was busy talking to Volt about a manga she was reading, I brushed my hand over her bare thigh, her skin tingling when she shot me a look from the corner of the eye. I innocently blinked at her and ate my General Tso’s Chicken.

I asked Ryan about his university and how he was handling all the work so far, along with his friends, Carter and Samuel. I didn’t like the way Carter laughed and talked with Kiara, so I kept my palm over her thigh. I felt her react, her skin shivering with goose bumps.

I clenched my jaw and gave a look to Carter, who was frowning. Kiara saw this and when I was about to take my hand from her thigh, she landed her small palm over mine. This time, I was surprised when she squeezed my hand, eating her meal.

When she left her hand, I smoothed my palm over her thigh, slowly sliding it upward. Dark brown eyes glared at me. I winked at her and took a sip of my slushy. I paused when she took a sharp breath and I watched the bob in her throat when she swallowed nervously, spreading her legs wide. For me.

“Hey, Kee, are you all right?” Volt asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she murmured, shooting me a glare. “The chicken can’t keep his hands to himself.”

Oh, so I’m a chicken now? I see.

I slid my hand over her inner thigh, the hem of her skirt brushing over my hand, and I could feel her legs tense, her body shivering under my hot touch. I rubbed my thumb over her silky-smooth thighs and wondered if her whole body was this smooth.

Ryan asked, “How did you know its gender?”

Katherine nodded, thoughtfully looking at her boyfriend, and turned to her best friend. And so did everyone. They were all more interested in knowing the gender of chicken than eating their food.

“I—uh,” she stammered being the center of the attention and I squeezed her thigh, so warm and soft. I felt the blood rush to my nether regions when she subtly clenched her thighs. Fuck.

She stared at me, her amber eyes wide with flecks of gold glittering in them as she took my slushy and downed it.

Katherine poked, “Well, say something, Kiara. We all want to know. How did you know its gender?”

Her cheeks flushed. “Uhm . . . well, let’s see.” She tucked a strand of brown hair behind her ear when my hand inched closer to her center, reaching dangerous boundaries underneath her skirt.

Kiara took a sharp breath and clutched the cold glass of water, saying, “The chicken is being too handy and . . . and—”

I gave her an innocent look, brushing my fingers over the band of her black thong I had seen on her earlier.

“And?” Rio, Samuel, and Carter prodded at the same time, leaning toward her. The food was long forgotten on their plates.

With her inability to speak, I did the unexpected. Hooking my finger on the band of her thong, I pulled it as high as the material could go and Kiara’s wide eyes were on my face when I let it go. The thong snapped back on her skin. At the same time, I accidentally elbowed Rio’s can of beer so that no one could hear the snap of her thong on her skin. Except me and her.

I noticed how she bit her lip, a sharp breath leaving her lips when she closed her eyes and clenched her legs underneath my touch. I soothed the skin where it might have stung her and gently brushed my finger over the spot, never getting too close to her sex. There was a mixture of surprise and pleasure etching on her beautiful face.

“Aw, man. Way to go, Ethan,” Rio whined when he realized that his beer was on the floor.

When I was about to pull my hand from her thigh, I was surprised and shocked when she pressed her hand down on my thigh, giving me a stern look. What the hell? I looked down at my food and realized she wanted me to touch her.

So, I did. I brushed my fingers over the center of her sex. Her legs were spread for me while she ate her food. I cursed under my breath when I found that she was wet.

“You can have mine,” I said, not looking at Rio when my voice sounded a bit deep and huskier than normal.

From the corner of my eye, I watched Kiara shiver when she swallowed the content of her food and crossed her legs. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were dazed. The same look she had before we pulled away from our almost kiss.

“Don’t worry, man,” Carter said. “Take this, we have more. We’re waiting for Kiara to tell us about the chicken.” He passed Rio another can and looked straight at her.

I finally pulled my hand away, squeezing her thigh for the last time, and looked down at my plate. I wasn’t hungry anymore. But I was feeling thirsty. For my favorite slushy. Nothing else.

The flush was visible on her cheeks when she said, “The chicken needs to start thinking from his other head . . . get it?”

I chewed my food silently when they snickered or sighed in disappointment before resuming their conversation while I pondered over my actions. What the hell was I doing? Almost kissing my best friend? Asking her if I could touch her breasts? Skinny dipping with her? And now, the scent of her feminine arousal lingered on my fingers.

Best friends aren’t supposed to be this close to each other, are they?